This is going to be fairly whine-y, and I apologize for that. I want to do my homework, gosh dangedit. I don’t want to work so much that I feel like I’m to dead for homework, even if it is just Trig problems. I want to be able to get to sleep at a decent hour, and I want my aspirin to work again. 40 hours a week working, 14 credit hours at school (hours at school per week) and about 28 hours of homework is just too much for one girl with a struggling social life getting ready for a new roomie to move in.

On two happy notes, David is giving me his old X-Box, so when I am stuck at home on days like today I can take my frustrations out by beating the crap out of something, and I got a new couch for downstairs that is soft as sin.

I’m out of school for the semester, finally, so hopefully until mid January I’ll be around to give and receive useless information. Passed all my classes, including the dreaded English. I loved that final, because I wrote an argumentative essay on zombies. It was fantastic. Bacon Cookies rock my socks off, and I’ll get links and stuff up in a bit, but first I’m going to go play with my bird and read my book.

As a fairly attractive young female, I have often been subject to wolf-whistles, horn blowings, and brake slammings because of me walking down the road. At school, I made someone fall down a flight of stairs. But nothing was as unique or worriesome as what I had today. I was driving home from work on the highway, when someone pulled up beside me and started yelling at me. Knowing my car luck and mad observation powers, I thought my car was on fire, the back half fell off, or something else along those lines. Instead they said “You’re beautiful and make the world a brighter place, thank you.” Huh? Drive-by compliments are bad, I suggest if you ever have the urge to yell at someone make sure it is pertinent